Legend of the Great Saint

On Lake Dragonsnake, a shuttle slipped across the water and came outside Cloud Island.

The three men came down, headed by a bearded man, a dark young man on the left, and a young man with a long body and eyeballs on the right.

They were all dressed in hidden blue with an ink inscription on their waist cards. It was with Li Qingshan that he entered the zombie cave and killed Hao Pingyang, the zombie warrior.

Hao Pingyang put away the shuttle and measured the silence as if it were a deserted island, frowned and asked: “Are you sure he's in the novelist? ”

Zhang Lanqing: “Yes, this is it. Now he is famous in hundreds of scriptures. ”

He Yisheng: “He is a famous fool, dare to insult the owner of the house, it is so boring. ”

Hao Pingyang glanced at Zhang Lanqing. "Yishi, how can you talk like that? Qingshan saved us! ”

He Yishe drummed with his eyes: “He was just using us to accomplish his mission. If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't go underground, and Kim Won Kim Po wouldn't die. ”

“Then why are you still here? Why don't you go back?” Hao Pingyang roared. Since he came back from the zombie hole, he felt that He Yishe was a small man and alienated from his dealings. This time, Zhang Lanqing persuaded him to join him only after reading that the three of them had taken risks together.

He Yisheng was stubborn when he stopped talking.

Hao Pingyang snorted coldly and walked forward. Zhang Lanqing sighed and followed.

He Yishi also moved his footsteps. Instead of thanking Li Qingshan for his help, he came to see the tragic situation of Li Qingshan. The novelist is really laughing.

“Aoyama! Aoyama!”

Familiar roar, with true qi, through the bamboo forest, into Li Qingshan ear.

Li Qingshan walked out of the courtyard. Hao Pingyang was walking through the bamboo forest. When he saw him, he revealed his surprise. He quickly walked up and slapped Li Qingshan on the shoulder. "You are here, indeed. ”

Li Qingshan said: "Brother Hao, long time no see! And Brother Zhang, Brother He. ”

“Hey, Gas Refining Floor Six, how did you practice? It's less than a year!” Hao Pingyang is now repaired to the same level as it was in the beginning. It is still six layers of refining gas. The last four pulses of the eight diaphragmatic veins are very slow and difficult to repair. He heard that Li Qingshan had gone to a novelist in Yunfeng Island and came looking for him, but did not know that he was now on the sixth floor of gas refining.

Zhang Lanqing was also surprised. He is now the same as the original gas refining level 5. He is preparing to condense the sink gas sea, breaking through the gas refining level 6. Li Qingshan practiced fast and amazing.

The most surprising thing was He Yishe. After he returned from the zombie hole, he practiced a breakthrough, reaching the fifth level of refining gas. He also came to see Li Qingshan with plenty of gas. He was prepared to appreciate his impatience and find a balance. In less than a year, the original second level of small refinery gas broke through the four levels, reaching the sixth level of refining gas, making it more difficult to balance his mind.

Hao Pingyang glanced and saw Xiao Jing standing quietly under the roof. He was also impressed by this beautiful child, “Isn't this Xiao An...?” Am I right? How did Ann become a gas refiner?

Zhang Lanqing said: "Brother, you are busy building artillery in the workshop. Haven't you heard about this? Xiao 'an is a genius of Tianjin Qi. In two hours, he reached the third floor of refining gas. In testing his properties, he led the owners to compete... but now he has turned to the sixth floor of refining gas. Is the rumor wrong? ”

Li Qingshan told the story slightly. Hao Pingyang and Zhang Lanqing did not know what to say. Overnight, he completed the "Vajra Demonic Gong" number one, defeating the Buddha's chief consciousness. If it wasn't from Li Qingshan's mouth, they would never believe it. Suspiciously measured Xiao An, only to see that her waist was indeed hung by the Buddha's chief disciple.

Hao Pingyang grinned: “I seem to have met someone. Do I have to give a gift?” When ordinary disciples meet their chiefs, they must pay tribute to their brothers, let alone Buddhists.

In Zhang Lanqing's memory, the Buddha's chief conscious monk, but an arrogant figure, can't really connect the Buddha's chief with Xiao An in front of him.

Li Qingshan said: "Brother Hao, don't stand here, please go inside! ”

When he came to the hall, he invited the three of them to sit down. Xiao 'an went to find the tea utensils and brought the tea up. The three of them hurriedly got up and picked up the tea. Hao Pingyang, the chief tea of the Buddha family, was quite good. Zhang Lanqing and He Yishi felt flattered. Looking at Li Qingshan, it was Anzhirusu. After Xiao 'an served tea, he sat beside him, just as he had in the beginning.

He Yi was frustrated, Li Qingshan was also good, Xiao 'an was in a much higher position than he was. His anger rose in his heart, and it was unjust in heaven. He had worked hard for many years to repair it. He could not compare to Li Qingshan for one year, Xiao 'an for one night and one day.

Slightly, Zhang Lanqing couldn't help but sigh: “The Buddha family is just fine, it's a good place. Aoyama, with your talent, it's a shame to be a novelist. ”

Li Qingshan sipped some tea and didn't mind: “There's nothing wrong with a novelist. ”

Hao Pingyang shouted: “Yeah, what's wrong with it? The environment here is perfect for practice. Does a novelist have to learn the novelist's fame? With your qualifications, Qingshan will not be able to find any good deeds in the future. ”

“Brother Hao is right.” Li Qingshan laughed, Hao Pingyang seemed rude, but his heart was fine, and this concern was encouraging and even more moving. Zhang Lanqing is also a steady old good man. He is the only one with such an easy life. His temperament is weird. He stares into his eyes and doesn't know what he is thinking.

Hao Pingyang shifted the topic: “Can you choose a course? ”

"'Not yet,' said Li Qingshan. 'I've heard there are many classes, and I don't have a clue. ”

In the Hundred Sutras, there will be classes from Bingming Island to all islands, from refinery alchemy to history subsets, all inclusive, and other disciples can come and watch. However, new disciples in general, newly admitted to hundreds of sutras, will focus on learning their own pharmacy. Li Qingshan is not willing to learn the pharmacy of a novelist. These courses are extremely important and his purpose.

Hao Pingyang said: “Well, let's pick one for you. There are plenty of doorways in here. Lan Qing, do you have the curriculum? ”

“Yes." Zhang Lanqing busily pulled out a piece of paper from the hundred bags, and the dense numbness printed on it was a lot of small words. Each one was made neat by hand, the same size, obviously from machinery, not from hand.

Li Qingshan looked down and saw only the names of the subjects written on them, what “Bu and Gossip”, “Spiritual Grass Recognition”, “Detailed Description of" BBM Anger Technique ", etc., arranged by date, arranged more than ten days of courses, after which the time and place of lecture, and the teaching and professor's name of the lecture. In addition to these subjects directly related to practice, there are also classes that teach poetry and rituals and even enjoy the music of piano music, total Lin Lin, innumerable.

These are the most needed knowledge of Li Qingshan to help him understand everything about the practice. He is also impatient to go to study, but if he is really called to choose so many courses, I really don't know how to choose. Moreover, he noted that some courses were followed by price tags, such as several courses for musicians, which required several spiritual stones to travel.

Hao Pingyang said: "Some courses, counting as secrets, naturally cannot be taught to other people for nothing. Besides, professors also have to eat, but you are the chief disciple, so this is easy. This course can be studied free of charge. ”

“What are the secrets of a musician's class? You harvest the spirit stone too?” Li Qingshan asked strangely.

Hao Pingyang laughed: “The musicians are mostly female disciples. If you don't want the spirit stone, there are a lot of men in the past every time you lecture.” Squeeze your eyes at Li Qingshan: “If you have time, you can also check it out. Perhaps you can get along! Anyway, I don't want Spiritual Stone. I'm so jealous of you. ”

Li Qingshan laughed: “Do gas refiners still need women? Where can't you find it outside? I came to the hundred scriptures as a practitioner, not as a friend. ”

"'That's wrong,' said Hao Pingyang. 'How can a woman compare to a nun's charm? ”

Li Qingshan couldn't help but think of Gu Yan Shadow, and found that Hao Pingyang said it was really good. According to the story, who is not a father and mother, the five officials paired, so many things. Gu Yan Shadow was not as white as any other woman's face, but in a smile, it was really inspiring.

This has nothing to do with euphoria. It is just what is called “turning around with each other, inside, must be outside”. The word "temperament“ is no longer faint. At least this word ”qi“ is real.

But Li Qingshan didn't think of Hao Pingyang's suggestion: “Is it still a qualified practitioner to spend all your mind on women?

"Hao Pingyang said:" The practice is long and lonely. If you need a double-fixing companion, a concubine, a happy mood, you may be able to go a long way. There are many such couples in the hundred Sutras, such as the one beside you. ”

Li Qingshan looked at Zhang Lanqing with surprise. I didn't expect him to have a couple. Zhang Lanqing's dark face gave rise to some embarrassing redness.

"“ Let's go out and have some fun, "said Hao Pingyang." This guy never follows. That's what he sees. Hey, honestly, he doesn't suffer. ”

“Brother Hao, have you not?” Li Qingshan asked with a smile that the temperament is equally suitable for men. Hao Pingyang is not as handsome as he is, but Hao is very refreshing and quite charming.

Zhang Lanqing immediately said: “Ben has also seen his brother, but he is free on weekdays. He spends all his time in the workshop. As soon as he leaves the scripture yard, he spends a lot of wine. Who can bear it? ”

Hao Pingyang smiled: “My business is not too busy yet, there is no such thing as a leisure time to deal with them. ”

“And you persuade me?” Li Qingshan laughed dumbly. Hundred Sutras were somewhat similar to the universities of previous generations. Free and open, there is no problem here, even a lesson is unwilling to attend, just say hello to the owner, want to go out for a few months and nobody cares about you, just hand in the spiritual stone every year.

And these hundreds of scripture disciples, college students who were no better than in previous life, are the true pride of heaven.

PS: Even worse this afternoon, sudden back pain, a bit of a pain, is it called an occupational disease? Sleep well should be fine! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)